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Bird Understander Love Poem

Bird Understander Love Poem By Craig Arnold

Bird Understander Love Poem By Craig Arnold!

Who is Craig Arnold?

Craig Arnold earned his BA in English from Yale University and his PhD in innovative writing from the University of Utah. Arnold’s 2d series of poetry, Made Flesh (2008), is “motored via vividly earthy language and disguised philosophical sophistication,” determined Publishers Weekly in a starred review, praising “sequences neither (quite) lyric nor narrative, however erotic and ever alert.” The raw, emotional depth of Made Flesh stands in stark reply to the classical, formal mastery displayed in Arnold’s first collection, Shells (1999), which received the 1998 Yale Younger Poets Award.

His honors protected the Amy Lowell Traveling Poetry Scholarship, the Joseph Brodsky Rome Prize Fellowship from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, the US-Japan Creative Artists Exchange Fellowship, the Alfred Hodder Fellowship from Princeton University, a Dobie Paisano Residency, and a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship. A Fulbright Scholar at Universidad de los Andes in Bogota, Colombia, Arnold was once additionally an avid musician and carried out as a member of the band Iris.

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Bird Understander Love Poem

Of many reasons I love you here is one
the way you write me from the gate at the airport
so I can tell you everything will be alright
so you can tell me there is a bird
trapped in the terminal      all the people
ignoring it       because they do not know
what to do with it       except to leave it alone
until it scares itself to death
it makes you terribly terribly sad
You wish you could take the bird outside
and set it free or       (failing that)
call a bird-understander
to come help the bird
All you can do is notice the bird
and feel for the bird       and write
to tell me how language feels
impossibly useless
but you are wrong
You are a bird-understander
better than I could ever be
who make so many noises
and call them song
These are your own words
your way of noticing
and saying plainly
of not turning away
from hurt
you have offered them
to me       I am only
giving them back
if only I could show you
how very useless
they are not

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